Warlight by Michael Ondaatje
Warlight opens in the ruins of the London Blitz. It’s 1945, and fourteen-year-old Nathaniel, and his older sister Rachel, are left in the care of a shifty Dickensian figure they call ‘The Moth’ and an ex-boxer nicknamed ‘The Pimlico Darter’. Their parents depart for Singapore under the guise of their father’s new job. But soon enough, things are revealed to be not quite what they seem. Nathaniel looks back to this time – trying to sew together the fragments of the past but encountering ghosts and deafening silences. What was the nature of his parents’ work during the war? What are they doing now? Are some pieces of history – public and private – meant to remain a mystery?
Ondaatje has explored life in the shadows of World War II before, in his Booker Prize-winning novel, The English Patient (1992). Warlight is his seventh novel, a masterful fusion of story and style named for the dim light that helped emergency traffic navigate London’s streets during its wartime blackouts. From this historical reference point, Ondaatje conjures a narrative of shadows and secrets – a slow-burning intrigue that investigates the nature of memory and truth, of how stories bring order to a life, and how memoir is so often a record of loss and missing parts. As a child, Nathaniel experiences the world as if it’s only half-lit. As an adult he tries to see it more clearly – a detective digging into the archives of his own life, working to render his mother, Rose, in particular, as something more than an anonymous figure.
Eerie in tone and poetically minimal, Warlight might confound with its non-linear format and shifting points of view. But any disorientation we experience mirrors Nathaniel’s own as he searches for an elusive truth. Is it ever possible to truly know another person? Warlight points to the difficulty in this, but also the need to keep trying.